“You fade, Lord. Allow me to do what I must.”
“You would die in bed? It is not fitting!”
The daimyo clasped Yamatso’s hand. “I will die. It is enough.”
“Leave my husband be,” the Lady hissed.
Yamatso grimaced. “Out of respect, I have stayed my blade, oni. No more!”
His wakizashi flashed and found her stomach. The Lady screamed. Her face twisted; a snake’s tongue whipped between her fangs. Yamatso twisted the blade. She collapsed, spewing yellow blood.
The daimyo stirred. “What have you done!?”
“Now you shall recover.”