The days that followed their meeting with the Lord were filled with tension. Kazuki and his companions had been given quarters within the estate, a luxurious space that was far beyond anything they were used to. The soft futons, silk curtains, and constant supply of fine food should have been comforting, but instead, it felt suffocating.
Kazuki sat by the window of his room, gazing out over the city below. The Lord's offer weighed heavily on his mind, and though he tried to think it through logically, his emotions were muddling his judgment. He could sense the unease in his friends as well. Each of them was grappling with the same question: should they pledge themselves to the Lord, or turn their backs on this chance and continue on their own?
Haruto knocked softly on the door before entering. His usually bright demeanor had dimmed since their arrival in the city. He sat down across from Kazuki, folding his legs beneath him and resting his hands on his knees.
"You're still thinking about it, huh?" Haruto said, his tone unusually serious.
Kazuki nodded. "It's not an easy decision. We need the resources, the training. But there's something about the way the Lord spoke… it felt like we'd be walking into a trap."
Haruto sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I get that. But at the same time, we can't deny that we're out of our depth here. We barely survived the rebels, and now we're supposed to face even stronger enemies? I don't know if we can do that without help."
Kazuki frowned, his mind returning to the Lord's words about the rebels' leaders possessing forbidden techniques. Techniques that could corrupt the soul. The idea unsettled him deeply. He had seen firsthand the destructive potential of Kekkei Kaigen, and he knew that if the rebels wielded something even more dangerous, they were in serious trouble.
"I just don't know if we can trust him," Kazuki said quietly. "We don't know the full extent of his plans. What if he's just using us to further his own agenda?"
"That's definitely possible," Haruto admitted. "But what choice do we have? It's not like there's anyone else offering to help us. And honestly, Kazuki, I don't want to die because we were too stubborn to accept help when it was offered."
Kazuki didn't respond immediately. He stared down at his hands, flexing his fingers as if trying to grasp the weight of the decision in front of him. Haruto wasn't wrong—they were at a disadvantage. The rebels were powerful, and they didn't have the means to fight them alone. But what would it cost them to align with the Lord?
Before he could reply, the door slid open again, and Aiko stepped into the room. Her expression was pensive, but there was a determined light in her eyes.
"We need to talk," she said, her voice firm. "I've been thinking about the Lord's offer."
Kazuki gestured for her to sit. Aiko crossed the room and took a seat next to Haruto, her posture straight and her gaze unwavering.
"What's on your mind?" Kazuki asked.
Aiko hesitated for a moment, her brow furrowing. "I've been speaking with some of the servants. Discreetly, of course. They've told me things about the Lord—things that don't sit right."
Kazuki's heart sank. "What kind of things?"
"He's ruthless," Aiko said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He rules with an iron fist. The people of this city respect him because they have to, not because they want to. Anyone who crosses him… well, they disappear."
Haruto cursed under his breath. "Great. So we'd be working for a tyrant."
Aiko nodded. "That's what it seems like. But there's more. The servants also mentioned that the Lord is paranoid. He's constantly looking for threats, both inside and outside the city. That's why he wants us to fight the rebels for him. He sees them as a danger to his control, and he's willing to use us as pawns to eliminate them."
Kazuki clenched his fists. This confirmed his worst fears. The Lord wasn't offering them help out of kindness or loyalty—he was using them as tools to solidify his own power. And if they accepted, they would be caught in his web, with no way out.
"So what do we do?" Haruto asked, his voice tinged with frustration. "We can't trust him, but we also can't fight the rebels on our own. It feels like we're stuck between a rock and a hard place."
Kazuki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. His mind raced through their options, but every path seemed to lead to danger. There had to be another way—a way to gain the strength they needed without falling under the Lord's control.
"We need to buy ourselves time," Kazuki said finally, his voice resolute. "We'll accept the Lord's offer, but only temporarily. We'll use his resources to train and gather information on the rebels. But we'll stay vigilant, and the moment we see a chance to break free from his influence, we take it."
Aiko nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "That could work. But we need to be careful. The Lord isn't stupid. If he suspects we're trying to play him, he won't hesitate to eliminate us."
Kazuki met her gaze, his eyes steely. "We'll be careful. But we can't let fear control us. We have a mission—to defeat the rebels and protect the people who depend on us. If working with the Lord is the only way to do that, then we'll do it. But we'll do it on our terms."
Haruto let out a long breath, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, it's not like we have a better plan. I'm with you, Kazuki. Let's see how this plays out."
Aiko smiled faintly, though the tension in her posture remained. "We'll make it work. Together."
With their decision made, they stood up and left the room, heading toward the courtyard where the Lord's retainers awaited. As they walked, Kazuki's mind remained sharp, already planning their next steps. They would have to tread carefully, balancing their loyalty to the Lord with their own survival. But Kazuki was determined to see this through.
The courtyard was bustling with activity as they arrived, samurai and servants moving about with purpose. Daichi, the young samurai who had first greeted them, stood waiting for them by the entrance. He raised an eyebrow as they approached, clearly curious about their decision.
"Have you made up your mind?" Daichi asked, his tone neutral but expectant.
Kazuki nodded. "We'll serve the Lord, for now. But we need to know more about these rebels—and we'll need access to the resources you promised."
Daichi's lips curved into a thin smile. "Of course. The Lord will be pleased with your decision. Follow me, and we'll begin your training immediately."
As they followed Daichi through the estate, Kazuki's thoughts drifted to Jiro's teachings. He had always warned Kazuki to be wary of those who offered power too easily. Power came with a price, and Kazuki knew that the price of this alliance would be steep. But if it meant mastering Kekkei Kaigen and avenging his fallen master, he was willing to pay it.
For now.