he treasured everything he had. treasured him.

ruling a huge empire, he knew many tactics and schemes, by which it was easiest to emerge victorious from any wars and conquests. however, when you have a sword in your hands, you involuntarily begin to realize that you are halfway to victory.

a sword, right. but I'm not talking about an ordinary one, you know?

Yudei, the owner of terrifying armies, troops and great generals, had many weapons. katanas, spears, bows and swords, of course.

Shoichi... his sword. a brave warrior, whom the emperor met on the battlefield several years ago, managing to save. in fact, a warrior of a foreign empire, a 'stranger' - as the subjects of the Yudei’s empire called him. all the inhabitants of the state, from the poorest to the generals, treated him with caution and wariness. ‘stranger’, ‘not like them’, ‘outcast’.

An outcast whom Yudei accepted without hesitation. accepted, making him one of the closest people to himself, to the emperor.

Why?

Yeah, it’s all because Shoichi was a man who became a sword in the hands of the Great.

-Shoi, don’t pay attention to them…

The emperor muttered, lightly touching the tip of the parchment scroll to the shoulder of his man, who was once again shouting insults at the imperial servants. Those rats were whispering behind Yudei’s back again, condemning this ‘shameless outcast from another empire’ near him.