Ch.02 The Peace Offering

"Ohta"

"Wake up Ohta."

His hearing was muffled from sleep but he could have sworn those were his friends calling out to him, waking him up in the mornings as he always preferred to sleep more than to eat breakfast. He missed these small scoldings. "Wuya? Hitoshi?!"

"You're finally awake." This voice had a bite to it; it wasn't the calming, soothing voice that would help him wake up from morning fatigue. He tried to gaze at the hazy figures close to the bed while blinking. "Do you feel okay?" From the opposite side of the bed, a second voice could be heard that sounded worried.

His head began to ache sharply, throwing him off-balance, and he sat up in bed with his head in his palms, rubbing the pain away.

Sluggish he whined "...My head… hurts"

"Well…This one is glad that it's only a minor headache, soul transfers can be messy at times" Raya hums.

Ohta had frozen and then sputtered out "I! I! I! I remember!...wait! That wasn't just a scary dream!" rushing across the room to find a mirror he hits his hip on the edge of a dresser. Hissing in pain he ducks his head only to look right up at the mirror to see that his reflection was one of the horrifying… (cute?) Tyrant. Was he this adorable when we first met? he muses to himself, keeping his gaze fixed on the mirror. Ohta berates himself for having such thoughts and forces it from his mind, reminding himself that this was a tyrant we are talking about!

From the perspective of the mirror, Raya appears behind Ohta and declares "I don't have much time to spare so I'll make this quick, I need you to occupy this body for at least six months." She says before pulling back.

Ohta agrees out of pure impulse, frightened by Raya's hand touching his shoulder gripping it, which would have been comforting and reassuring under any circumstances but now feels like a death sign.

"Do you think you can do this much?"

"I-" Ohta faltered and then hesitated.

"Good." Raya nodded, almost distracted, while Ohta's mind was going into overdrive 'I-I can't refuse a God, but could I rule like a tyrant? Can I really be that coldhearted? What if I'm discovered? Will I be able to make it through the remaining six months?' His mind runs wild and he swallows all the feeling that he was building up down, into his soul.

"Hey kitten, what are you thinking about in that pretty little head of yours?" Raya continues "Child, don't worry; everything will be alright. You will relish living in luxury, and if anything goes wrong, Aoi will be here to help, I assure you of it as well."

Ohta's ears twitch at that statement

Raya looks at him before looking away again in thought before talking again. "We do need to do something about your ears and tail, Haruki rarely lets his animal spirit out so you need to get a grip on your feline instincts." Raya studies his body up and down before asking. "Can you transform right now?"

Ohta didn't feel comfortable in his own body, much less that of a stranger; the body he was now inhabiting felt foreign. Every time he walked, his footsteps seemed different, and his speaking sounded out of the ordinary. Although he felt like this, he didn't want to make it known to the two in front of him.

"I'll try," He found it strange to touch his animal spirit in his soul, and when they made contact, he instantly broke the link out of revulsion. Of course, Haruki's animal spirit was present here rather than Ohta's. Ohta was unable to cope with the intensity of the resentment and fierceness of the animal spirit. Looking up; he saw Raya looking at him filled with amusement but also a hint of curiosity. He looked back down and tried to connect to the spirit again, silently apologizing to his own animal spirit for even trying to connect with another. Finally getting a hold of the spirit, it felt weak barely holding onto a string of life! He began to send little bursts into the small animal using the force of his energy to ensure its survival.

"Are you okay?" He made a gentle attempt to make contact with the sad creature. Only from the deepest part of his soul could a hiss be heard before it whimpered. Ohta could hear the cat weeping, but every time he went close, the sobbing would shift. After chasing the cat for a while, he gave up and sat down to coo at it. He made clumsily executed purring noises slowly in an effort to lure it in, but it stayed its distance.

Huffing Ohta stayed in the same spot for a while more, only feeling its eyes on him.

"Why are you hurt? Who injured you? Ohta had a suspicion that it was the Goddess, but he still wanted to be absolutely certain.

"What's it to you?" It answered vehemently.

"I dislike seeing others in pain and want to be of assistance." He genuinely said Ohta recognized all kinds of characters from growing up in the village close to his clan. He is aware that the only way to reason with people who are angry about their position is to respond honestly and explain everything, no matter how painful it may be. Additionally, he was able to discern that this animal spirit had faced hardships throughout its life. You could see that the cat was malnourished while its ears were missing the tips and were filled with holes, its fur was matted, and its face and some of its body were covered in skin in the form of scars. If it had a good host, the host would have been able to mend all those scars and reconstruct his ears.

For a while, the cat remained silent. "My name is Aoki"

Ohta smiled "Hello, my name is Mamoru Ohta. I'm sorry to be meeting you in circumstances like this."

Ohta gently moved in front of him into the faint light that was near them, Aoki sat down and rolled his eyes at him."You stupid human, the next time you enter a house occupied by powerful individuals, run. Even if she had secured the door with a talisman to keep you from opening it, you could have smashed your way out or thrown yourself out the window but, look at you now. Stuck inside a dying body"

"Dying body?" Ohta jumped up a little and waited for Aoki to proceed only for the other to spit out "You're too stupid to understand, here, you want to connect with me? Then you must swear to stay away as far as possible from Aoi, that traitorous bitch of a princess, at all costs."

"What do you mean about dying body?" Ohta posed the same question again with increased adamance.

"Ugh! You certainly require an explanation on everything, don't you? Do you genuinely believe that the Goddess did this out of compassion for the people? and why now? Why after all the murders and slaughter did she think we crossed the final line despite all this time? Why did she choose an innocent bystander to participate in this experiment?" Aoki's voice started to rise "She's a God! She could have murdered Haru right away even with his power, but she decided to use him as a human subject instead, and you got caught up in it!"

Aoki slumped down and caught his tail with his paw that was waving back and forth, throwing a tantrum.

He sighed "…She wants to-"

"Were you able to connect Ohta?" Raya's voice rang out and snapped Ohta out of his trance

"Ah! Yes, let me just." Ohta then shifted into a cat in front of Raya and The Princess. His form was very small, the length of about two female hands which then picked him up by the scruff.

"Oh, how obedient you are." The Goddess snickered and put him down again "Try a half-transformation now."

Ohta went along with the instructions and turned into a human again only with cat ears and a tail.

"One last one, now try your new human form."

Ohta expelled his animal spirit, leaving only his human form behind. He didn't appreciate being in his human form because he always felt more helpless and exposed in that shape; therefore, he always chose to remain in either his half-form or his animal form.

"Can you stay like that? You don't feel any nausea or tightness in your chest do you?"

"I think I'll be fine."

"Good, keep that form going forward. You can unwind more when you're by yourself or with Aoi, but don't take any chances outside of this room. Do you understand?" Before Ohta could respond, the Goddess gave herself a quick nod and then looked at the hallway which leads to the door before turning to face him once more and flashing him the most deceptive smile he had ever seen. She then gave him the thumbs up. "Well, enjoy yourself." Then in a puff of smoke disappears.

Ohta slowly made his way to the bed, where he threw his body on it while groaning and berating his former life for upsetting the gods.

"Hey, don't be so depressed! Everything will work out OK." Ohta leaped off the bed, slamming his head into the headboard. He hissed in pain and cradled his head in his hands.

"The Goddess said it will be okay so it will be okay." The princess looked at the hallway, the one that the Goddess glanced over before leaving and faint footsteps could be heard.

All the while Ohta was in his own head 'Don't be glum? As if she had the right to tell me that… I couldn't even protest these circumstances before I was thrown into the unknown and even if your Goddess told you it would be fine my gut tells me otherwise!'

His stomach groaned and moaned, "Actually, I suppose, it's telling me something different," Ohta wonders how long he's been asleep. He enjoys food and would prefer to eat his entire life away, savoring delectable treats, but he has been practicing inedia for a while and believes that his new body was probably in need of a little more care than his previous one.

Two solid knocks could be heard from outside the door "Master, may I come in?" A woman's voice from behind could be heard.

"What do I do?" Ohta looked at Aoi, sweating a little from the severity of the situation. Aoi raised her shoulders up in a shrug and proceeded "Answer the door, She's your servant now, just order her around." Then left in a poof of smoke just like the Goddess.

Ohta attempted to calm himself down when he heard more knocking. "Okay, I got this," he murmurs. He swallows as a chill runs through him and insists, "Ohta, how difficult can it be? Just act like a tyrant."

After clearing his throat, he called out, "Come in," in a stern voice.

A woman enters the room dressed in servant-like garb. She is attractive, but her main distinguishing features are her luminous green eyes and her eerily long neck. "Master, I came to report today's schedule. Today-"

Growl~

Ohta's stomach started to rumble continuously, and she looked at him anxiously to see if she could go on. Then, in the most stoic voice, she said, "I'll request breakfast be served to your chambers immediately," before beckoning for someone outside—probably another servant—to collect it.

Ohta, feeling humiliated, agreed to that arrangement and thanked the woman.

"Master, are you sick!" The girl sounded so frightened that it shocked Ohta until he realized his mistake. Oh no! What am I doing?! I'm supposed to be acting like a tyrant! I despise my brain, how could I have forgotten my resolve to survive so quickly?! Ohta's face broke out in a flush of pink, and he pouted his lips in disbelief at what he had done. Unbeknownst to Ohta, the servant spotted her embarrassed master and instantly stopped; this was too cute. He then glanced away in a fit of embarrassment, straightening his posture and clearing his throat "I mean... Yes, I'll have breakfast in my chambers." She emerged from her stupor and cleared her throat as well "Very well, I'll-... This servant will start the report now. Today in the royal hall, a peace offering from the Oso Clan will be presented as well as many other offerings from the minor sister clans surrounding them,"

'The Oso Clan!' Why are they here, what are they doing offering peace with a tyrant? They should have more respect than that!

"The Oso Clan has also offered a peace offering to today's meeting. I'm not sure how this differs from the Gifts considering that they are all considered goodwill to your highness, but they wanted to make a big deal out of this for some reason. Master will need to decide what you wish to do with these "Gifts," whether you will accept them or not. Since everyone is attempting to win your favor following the White-Rabbit Massacre, which I firmly believe this to be the case. They might be concerned that if they act inappropriately once more, the same would happen to them." She then paused then continued "The rest of the day will be for the paperwork that piled up due to your absence."

'White-Rabbit Massacre? I'll look into that later.'

Ohta placed his hand under his chin and sighed "Very well, a peace offering… huh?"

The door crashed open with a bombardment of bangs, "Haru, you are required in the royal hall immediately!" A pale man with light purple eyes came out in a hurried, disheveled state. He was dressed in light reddish-purple robes with an intricate headband with dark hair falling around it, and the uppers of his cheeks displayed markings consistent with a second-ranking official. "Young master Tekashi! Next time please knock, remember the last time you barged in I had to patch you up for a week from the beating you got yourself into!" The servant scolds. He got up closer to Ohta "The clan leaders came early to present your gifts!" Ohta in the back of his mind knew this was suspicious behavior from the Oso clan, a clan who by nature never liked meetings and would always come late or not at all, even if it was for something important. 'Are they that scared of Haruki?' "How generous," He said instead to that comment.

"I tried to hold them off until you were ready but they are getting very impatient, and Miss Mei don't worry, I waited to hear you guys talking so I knew this time he wasn't in the bath!" Takeshi exclaimed proudly earning him a slap in the head by Ohta.

Ohta paused and stared at Takeshi. 'Why did my hand just move on its own.'

'You're terrible at portraying a tyrant, and you act nothing like my first master, Haruki Naoki! In situations like this, I'll keep you in check to make sure you don't reveal yourself, I can only control your body a few times since my energy is low so don't fuck up so much! Who knows what they will try to do to you if they learn that you are not really Haruki in his body.' The voice of the cat spirit emerged and then quickly faded from his mind.

"Ah, So mean! Haruuu at least-"

Growl, Grumble~

Ohta looks down at his stomach once again "Can I have breakfast in the hall then." Ohta's face looked saddened by his stomach rumbling.

"Of course, master." Miss Mei replied quickly then raised up her sleeve to hide the fond smile on her face 'He's sulking. So cute!'

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He could tell as he walked the path towards the Royal hall that The Sunlit Clan was way too opulent for Ohta's liking; the scenery was stunning, but the temperature was much lower than he was used to. A distant part of his mind wanted to make a small entrance to his old clan so before he left his chamber, he had changed into exceptionally good apparel fitted with fine jewelry and expensive silks. He wore something fit for a ruler, something that he had already trained for, he rubbed the inside of his sleeves the closer they got to the magnificent building in the middle of the courtyard which he could deduce was the royal hall.

Miss Mei announced his presence to the hall then he walked in.

Ohta should have anticipated it. He sobbed in his head, "I really should have brought something to cover my face like a fan!" At the end of the line of minor clan elders, were his mother, father, and second-eldest brother waiting, because Ohta has always been the short one, he disliked the fact that they stood tall at the end of the line. He really should have politely declined each present and remained in his room from the beginning! Ohta grimaces about the time he had spent with his family when he was young and shook his head from those thoughts as he stared straight ahead and walked to his seat at the very front of the hall.

Before sitting down, Ohta chews the inside of his cheek. 'Don't give this too much thought... Ohta, relax your mind. Do I need to say something? They are gazing at me as if I'm going to murder them. Hmm…Not too bad, Haru.' Ohta can't say that he felt particularly strongly about his family anymore after they casted him away, but he didn't anticipate enjoying the experience of seeing their horrified faces. They were all clothed in green, just like the forest from which they had emerged. His father wore a darker shade of green than his mother, who wore a lighter shade, and his brother also wore something darker, but not quite as dark as his father's robes. Ohta observed that his father still had harsh, angular features but he appeared to be more exhausted and worn down than normal. His mother, however, was as ethereal as usual but appeared to be hiding something because she was wearing a lot of makeup. And his brother, who had his father's perpetual scowl on his face, had always appeared to Ohta since they were young, to have a stick up his ass.

Miss Mei entered the room with a tray of food and placed it in front of Ohta at his table, a pleasant aroma flooded the air. "Your food, master." She bowed then walked to stand behind him, perhaps so she could be close by in case he needed anything more. Ohta was in complete bliss, but then paused after taking a look at the meal again and noted that the amounts were so small, it's no wonder why he was so hungry! Haruki is basically starving himself, he took the chopsticks and began scarfing the food down. Most of the dishes were red and hot and most likely favorites of Haruki, but Ohta steered clear of those dishes because he really couldn't stomach the spices, so he avoided them and set them aside. He then pointed at his food and asked for seconds; hopefully, they understand the message not to give him any more spicy foods.

The clan leader decided to then choose to act as host after noticing that the tyrant in front of them was in his own world and started out with a lengthy speech about how grateful they were to be in Haruki's presence and continued on and on with compliments. Ohta decided then it was time to just get on with the meeting before any more time passed by "Mamoru, Stop wasting my time and show the gifts already." He sneered. Ohta's father waved to his personal servant, who then signaled the other staff to gather the gifts as the atmosphere in the room began to get strained. They arranged them with boxes of jewelry, priceless silks, and exotic fruits before giving them all to Ohta.

Ohta gave a nod of approval to the gifts because he knew he wasn't foolish enough to turn them down. He would pretend to be a tyrant if it meant avoiding any conflict.

Ohta's family appeared relieved after receiving the acceptance gesture, and they subsequently announced that the peace offering would arrive soon. Because it has been so long since he last saw his family, Ohta wonders how they are doing and whether they are savoring his absence. Though technically in exile and unable to reveal his identity in public, he feels that after this entire soul transfer thing, he ought to pay the manor a quick visit and perhaps catch up with some old friends. He is confident that he could sneak around for a little while before going back to his old run-down house on the outskirts of the Mosswoods.

Ohta is abruptly distracted from his thoughts when the doors open. Five men entered the room: four guards and one "prisoner" who, given the vivid red rope binding his hands and legs, was probably someone very dangerous. Ohta was aware that this rope was utilized to confine highly skilled cultivators or individuals who had the ability to frighten the masses.

Then, with a vengeance, the Clan head, Ohta's father 'Hayato Mamoru' approached the prisoner and shoved him to the ground before bowing before Ohta. "This is our peace offering, Your Highness. He is eager to bear our punishment for offenses we committed against you, so graciously accept him."

Stunned Ohta imagined himself walking towards his piece of shit dad and slapping the shit out of him.

Disregarding that thought, he jumped up and observed the man on the ground before picking him up ever so slightly into a sitting position. Suddenly a sharp pain was etched into his right hand when a pair of teeth latched on. Wincing at the pain Ohta then decided he could play on those terms and bit down on the closest thing he could from the person in front of him. Ohta could just imagine what the hell the people around him were thinking as he bit the person back on his cheek.

Ohta lost his balance and fell backward when the two guards who were standing behind the prisoner began striking the prisoner. That caused him to fall onto the top of Ohta. Ohta hissing from the impact then reached for some of the food on the low table and found a few of the spicy dishes he left to the side then grabbed a handful of them. He rubbed them forcefully on the prisoner's eyes, nose, and outer layer of his mouth, which caused the prisoner to open up just a little bit, allowing Ohta to quickly pull his hand away and stand up from his lying position.

Ohta sighed internally 'Really and these were such nice clothes' he swiped a hand on his extravagant clothes to get rid of the food on his hand then took another good look at his 'peace offering' which he noticed. He looks familiar.

"What's your name?"

"…"

"Silent treatment huh?"

"…"

"Are you hungry? Is that why you wanted a piece of me?"

At least that got his attention, and he glared at Ohta with his greyish mint green eyes. Ohta then turned to face his family once more. "Why is he the one who will suffer the consequences of your wrongdoings against me, and who is he? Why is he such a big deal? Don't you realize that victims want their abuser, not some random guy, to face justice?" Ohta snapped at them.

"We intend no offense, but wasn't this the person who wounded you in battle during our previous joint venture? We merely seek to adjust our equilibrium and hope that the gifts and this peace offering will serve as a foundation for future developments." His Mother 'Ebina Mamoru' spoke up. Ah, how Ohta missed his mother's way of sweet-talking out of tough situations nevertheless Ohta couldn't start a conflict with them and really wished this conference would end so he could go back to his room and maybe later explore the gardens and pavilions.

"I see…very well I will accept all offerings of peace! You are all dismissed!" Ohta walked back to his low table and sat down again to finish his fill. Ohta looked across to Miss Mei before turning to face the alleged prisoner. "I'm sure those spices are hurting him, so clean him up and then bring him back."

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Ohta was at this point playing with his food, he ate his fill and he wanted this 'Peace offering' to have a nice meal in his belly. Although Ohta was irked that the man seemed so familiar, no matter how hard he searched his memory, nothing came to mind.

Sighing for the umpteenth time Ohta stabbed his chopsticks into the rice bowl and stood up, how long did it take for someone to be washed up? Ohta heard a voice as he approached the chamber doors and thought, "Miss Mei?" He immediately hurried back to the low table and sat down. Damn, Ohta felt like a stupid child who almost got caught doing something foolish. Ohta had a horrible tendency of waiting and was well aware of how spoiled he was; as a result, he frequently received punishments. When Ohta caught himself in the act, he always felt it was something he should improve on himself. However, a habit persists for a reason, and he has never overcome his impatience.

"Master, this servant has returned," She lowered herself deeper after bowing. "This servant is sorry for the delay, even though we were attempting to bathe the peace offering as the master requested, he was difficult to wash and didn't comply with anyone. We did our best." She then shifted to the side so that Ohta could see the peace offering and the two guards standing close to him behind her. Ohta's heart stopped, the peace offering had a mark on his face that most likely resulted from a slap or punch directed at him for making it challenging for the attendants to bathe him. He was clean and his eyes appeared puffy, and his nose appeared to have been reddened by very harsh rubbing. Ohta grimaced, not wanting to anger anyone he stayed quiet, but he was feeling sorry for the man, Ohta would have made a complete mess, behaved psychopathically, and screamed bloody murder till they murdered him if he had been in his position. However, what Ohta had noticed in horror, was that his gorgeous hair had been completely chopped off. He made an effort not to flinch, but his demeanor did shift. His family had done the same thing when they had banished him from the clan.

Ohta eventually stopped worrying about his appearance and stopped caring about his short hair because he didn't really connect with people of high rank. However, he could understand the resentment of having his hair cut off. Ohta simply hoped that he didn't dislike him too much because of this; after all, he had no idea they were going to slice it off. 'Please be kind to me!' Ohta pleads in his head.

Ohta was confident in his choice of accepting his clan's offerings since he really couldn't refuse the peace offering; if he sent the man back, they might view that as an act of war, even though he was fairly certain they were only trying to save their own asses. However, he wasn't sure what to do with the man.

Ohta forced a smile in the direction of the peace offering 'UM' after swallowing a piece of spit. 'What should I do?' He is undoubtedly someone who Ohta would have made fun of for having such a lovely face yet having a lean frame that, in his opinion, could be used to fling him around like a rag doll if he so desired. Ohta gave him another look.

"Do you feel hungry? You don't need to be on edge; I won't harm you; I assure you… I'll stay with the prisoner, Miss Mei, take the guards with you and you are dismissed for the day." Although she appeared surprised, Miss Mei quickly smoothed her expression. "Are you certain, Master? Perhaps I ought to leave at least one guard behind."

"I'll be fine. Now leave." Miss Mei quickly ushered out the two guards before shutting the two doors 'I hope his highness will be okay; he just recovered from a fierce battle, and this is a guy who was able to injure him… if he was that powerful…,' she added. 'Just in case, I should inform Takeshi and Anno of this, they should be able to handle whatever trash who dares harm his highness.'

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Ohta removes his outer robe that he had soiled with his spice-filled hand and lays it behind him on an antique vase. "Could you tell me your name?" again he was met with silence.

"I don't mind that you wounded me in combat; in fact, I find it fascinating to find someone who could do so. Actually, I'm more concerned with the reason the Oso clan specifically abandoned you. Excuse my rambling, but why precisely would I give up a warrior who could harm the enemy and was the only one capable of inflicting such harm against me? The clan head also obviously hates you to his very core based on how he threw you to the ground." Ohta gestures for him to sit in front of him at the low table. "Have you offended the clan so severely that they would rather toss you away than try to beat you into submission?" During his talk, the peace offering sat down and started gazing down at the food. "Hmmm, Are you fond of spicy food? Here." Ohta gave him the chopsticks only to mentally slap himself because the peace offering still has his hands tied up. "Why don't we make a deal?" Ohta then came up with a grand plan.

"But how can I make a bargain with someone whose name I don't know? What should we do?" Ohta fakes a cry.

"What's the deal? I'll tell you my name once you tell me what exactly you want with me." Finally, he spoke! Ohta took that as a win.

Humming Ohta leaned back to display a more lighthearted side of himself, then he said, "Since you hurt me so severely the last time, you obviously have talent, so how about you become my bodyguard? You see, I'd like to protect myself from harm. If you agree, you'll receive the room next to mine rather than the dungeon, have three meals a day, and have some alone time. I'll even let you roam the courtyard if you agree right now."

"How do you know that I won't simply attack you or try to escape?"

"I won't be responding to anything until I know your name."

He huffs and spits out his name, "Takashi Noboru, now answer,"

"Wow that wasn't so hard now was it, well to answer you. I don't know," Ohta pauses then continues 'You can attempt to harm me again or even try to run away, but since you are in my territory, do you really believe that I will make it so simple for you?" Ohta waits for him to process that information before adding "Well what's your response? Your outdoor privileges are slowly fading away."

"I'll do it." Takashi appears to be quite hesitant about this agreement, but Ohta is pleased that he was able to ensure that this individual was secure with him. Who knew how much he would be able to bear if he was sent to the dungeon by Ohta, and even though Ohta had been exiled from his clan, he didn't intend for his fellow clan members to suffer in any way. Speaking of…

"Are you an orphan?" Ohta asks hesitantly.

"Yes."

Ohta's eyes widened, 'not one of his children! How dare his clan! I should have asked for more, maybe asked for a couple of fingers!' Ohta sneers in his head.

Ohta, before he was banished, was in charge of taking care of a numerous amount of orphans as a punishment but after a while, he took quite a liking to them all. He was aware that his family had sent him to care for the orphans in order to get him out of their sight and perhaps humble him a little. They also most like sent him since they didn't want to give up more resources for the orphans in his clan. He knew that by caring for the orphans, he would be able to get out of their sight. But for Ohta, he had the time of his life taking care of all the tiny humans and spoiled them to the bone. This is how he also met his two best friends Wuya and Hitoshi, oh! how he missed them. But if this man was an orphan in his clan, perhaps he had already met him—he certainly seems familiar—so brain, get to work when I tell you to!

"Do you know a person by the name of Ohta Mamor–" Ohta felt a yank at his collar as the table tipped over and food spilled across him; the man on top of him had a vicious facial expression. "Do not speak of his name!" Ohta, who believed that all of his children liked him, pondered with wide eyes whether the man despised him so intensely that even saying his name would cause him pain. Could there possibly be another explanation for this behavior?

"What's wrong? Did his misdeeds against his clan actually affect you to the point that you had no interest in hearing about him at all? If that's the case, you surely have a strong sense of loyalty to your clan. I heard that the boy's family left him behind so that the wolves could feed far away and only at 20 years old, what wasted youth." Ohta's collar tightened, and the grip was shaking with fury. "You know nothing! Do not speak of him in that way!"

"Why not? He was a tiny, scrawny, spoiled boy who couldn't compete with his family, so it stands to reason that, like a runt, he would be abandoned with the wolves." Ohta chuckles, and Takashi pulls him up and slams him back to the ground. "Keep his name out of your filthy mouth! He was loyal to his clan and in the end, got betrayed, he didn't deserve anything that happened to him!"

"What?" Ohta looked at him with wide eyes "What do you mean by that?"

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