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And behind the two witches stood a third figure.

A strong and fearsome samurai in red armor, arms crossed, taking the measure of the ruined shrine and its enemies with slow, steady eyes.

He radiated the unmistakable aura of a veteran fighter and a powerful lord—a man who had arrived calmly and fully intended to leave calmly, with the enemy's head between his hands.

Oda Nobunaga had not let his pretty wives come to this war alone.

"So," said Oda Nobunaga, quietly, to the square at large. "This is what an earthquake tastes like when it's wearing a body."

His hand found his sword hilt with unhurried certainty. "My wives felt it from a royal banquet, bloodsucker. The Tenno felt it. All of Kyoto felt it."

The ambitious smile curled, slow and cold. "You've announced yourself to the entire realm. Excellent. Saves me the trouble of sending invitations."

He stepped forward to flank his wives, one pace behind each, red armor gleaming in the drowned-red sky.

"Now then," the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven said pleasantly. "Kyoto belongs to me. And I do not share my country with the likes of you."