Tournament Announcer: Azai Teruaki.
At the Swordsmanship Tournament, the announcer called out Teruaki’s name a few times yet no one showed up. Teruaki was too sick to get out of bed, whereas Azai, who had no interest in the tournament, went there on time.
Azai didn’t know why he came—perhaps he wanted to ascertain something, or maybe he wanted to see it for that man who had lived his whole life like a fool—but he came anyway.
Azai: “See, your whole life is a joke. With all your hard work throughout your life, you don’t even have a chance to stand on the stage. Just like what I said, everything you have done is meaningless…”
Tournament Announcer: Azai Teruaki.
The announcer called his name again. While the opponent got impatient, the audience also started booing, accusing Teruaki of being a coward who was too frightened to fight. Azai somehow felt a squeeze in his chest and he unknowingly grasped his sword.
Azai: “But you’ve told me that even though some things may seem meaningless, you will soon understand their worth once you do it and take a step forward…right, Brother?”
Tournament Announcer: Azai Teruaki. You’ll be disqualified if you don’t come to the stage.
Azai jumped from the audience stand and landed on the stage—that was the first time he wanted to do something and believe something from the bottom of his heart.
Tournament Announcer: Azai Teruaki has arrived. Well then, let’s get the game started!
Azai drew his sword and took a step forward. Under his flashing blade, his opponent fell onto the floor before he could even unsheathe his own sword. As his elder brother said, Azai saw things in a way clearer than anybody else. He remembered all the stances and techniques just by watching his brother’s everyday practice.
In the arena, a man was knocked down every time Azai drew his sword. In spite of the countless wounds on his body, he didn’t feel as much pain as if he had reached a threshold of transcendence.
Swinging his sword, Azai could feel his brother’s presence—Teruaki’s beliefs had imperceptibly changed him through the days they spent together. At that moment, Azai felt the warmth of family which made him want to protect someone for the first time.
In the end, Azai won the tournament with his body covered in wounds amidst applause and cheers. He then brought the trophy—a pocket watch—to Teruaki, only to find that his room was packed with people.
Teruaki’s face was covered with a white cloth; his calloused hands could no longer move again. Seeing his brother like that, Azai didn’t shed a tear yet it was his first taste of heartbreak.