Note: Oh how this story was pushing us to write it! :) Without further ado we introduce you to yet another richly detailed universe of ours. Enjoy!

Note 2: About the timeline. We are clear with the fact that the Shogun world ended before World War I., but we intentionally wanted to place our story in the 1920s to keep our options open to add further one-shots to this AU world in the future.

Note 3: We also know that true geishas don’t sell sex, but are sophisticated entertainers and we mean no disrespect towards them in the way we depict some that appear in this story.

Note 4: The title comes from “Becoming the Dragon” by Trivium.

Fandoms: Trivium, Slipknot

Characters: Matt Kiichi Heafy/Corey Beaulieu, Matt Heafy/Jim Root, Corey Taylor/Jim Root, Paolo Gregoletto, original characters

Rating/category: R (explicit), slash, M/M, historical AU, drama, romance, minor character deaths, hurt/comfort, angst, rough sex, light BDSM, light Dom/sub relationship, bondage, violence, fights, politics, secrets, Japanese culture, captivity, dubious consent, traditions, honor, jealousy, forbidden love, geishas, taboos, trigger warnings, cross-dressing

Summary: In the far away and mysterious land of Japan Captain Corey Beaulieu finds himself in the captivity of Shogun Root. He has to make some difficult decisions under the guarding black eyes of the tall and even more mysterious Kiichi-kun while he keeps learning more about that foreign world and people. Especially of his samurai guardian – towards whom he starts to develop feelings he shouldn’t.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story.

Also, all the original pictures (including the ones used by Useless-girl) belong to their respective owners. We use them only for illustrations.

 
Full-sized illustration by Useless-girl

Becoming the Dragon
By S.M.A. & Useless-girl

Chapter 1

Captain Corey Beaulieu always liked adventure. At least that was what the young soldier kept telling himself when duty and life at the foreign lands got more difficult. It was not a big lie… Just a little cover up to let him sleep better at nights when his government and lords once again used the military like expandable spawns in the games they played because of greed and business.

The truth was that the Captain was running from his own responsibilities. Being born in an honored big military family had its musts before society. And Corey was not really the type to settle down, get married to an also similarly high positioned family's daughter to breed upper class future soldiers for a regime he never believed in.

He rather enjoyed the more simple life. The rough conditions at the camps and the basic cuisine with the self-empowering feeling that he can survive and look after his men in such primitive conditions as well. That made him feel worthy of being in his position, much more than what praises his background brought him. Real skills and experience was needed – which he achieved on his own, instead of being given because of his name.

Of course, the years found him further and further far away in the unknown lands. He was young, but the letters about the various good parties and photographs of young ladies kept piling up. Truth is, Corey was also more into men. And in the army leading a whole military base he always had some volunteers to share his bed with. Not that it was anything serious ever… Most of his men that approached him wanted benefits from the few occasions they got close to the young captain. But overall he was a respected officer. He took looking after his soldiers and duty very well and focused. And so, he has never really been bothered beside the letters of his mom with offers. Otherwise he was free to live as he liked best.

 
Captain Corey Beaulieu (source)

For almost six years he got to enjoy the magical and sacred world of Japan.

It was a new era all over the world, and the closed empire also opened its borders to more business with the West.

After the first big war the world was starting to build itself up again. It was the 1920s and people wanted to have fun and well being after that horrible burning of the world. The economy was growing all over and Japanese people also saw the opportunities in this renewing world.

It really amazed Corey how the old traditions mixed with the brand new. And on the streets more British, American and European businessmen roamed. Some just small outlaws hiding away in this far end of the world and making a living from the quickly picked up language skills, escorting the wealthy bankers and trade business owners. Many of these never saw their homeland, though or the living daylight again.

More and more Japanese men dressed in tailored suits, thinking that the western men wouldn't treat them like wild primitive people. But white people always looked down on everyone else, it didn’t matter the outfit or great communication skills.

The land was still run by Shoguns. Something like territory lords over areas and the peasants living on it. The emperor picked out these lords who had total power in their own little kingdoms, controlling death and life with a single hand.

Corey was ordered to guard the harbor of Iwakuni. An area in the South with great connections to the American continent. Many businesses ships sailed with goods to trade in the small city that started to grow and develop.

Their government rented the land of the harbor and city from the local Shogun, with a contract for five years.

That was the problem... Almost six years have passed and the ships kept coming. The Captain sent most of the troops away to the homeland. Their leaders back home didn't answer to the Shogun's questions and threats. All was rightful, if Corey wanted to be honest. They had a deal and it was long overdue. And the attacking samurais mostly wanted to scare the military base away to reclaim the land. Not really causing physical harm in the white soldiers, yet... Of course with the passing time and very clear fact that the western business company was thinking Shogun Root was an idiot who can be ignored, the attacks got more frequent and aggressive too.

Corey knew he was going to last only for a few weeks tops. Only having a literally handful of people who didn't fear their lives, just like him.

One of his officers and close friend walked up to him on that morning. Paolo has been with him since the academy. The short bald man brought a tin mug of coffee with a small smile as they were staring at the dawn fog, as if they could see the approaching enemy.

"You could have gone home on the weekend with that ship," Corey stated quietly sipping from the steaming mug.

Paolo turned to him, really looking over his captain like he wanted that picture to burn into his mind. Corey was a well-built man. Tall and muscular with shoulder-long straight brown hair and a short beard. His small warm brown eyes reflected his deep thinking and caring soft nature. And his smile lit it up with a wise shine. He was a handsome man and the short corporal always looked up at him. He couldn't remember how Corey looked back in school. Probably born with a long hair and small beard...

"I don't have anything to go home to. You and these guys are my family. If I have to go, it will be my honor to go for you," Paolo said with a little smile.

"I'm not standing ground for the greedy top dogs. The people that were sent months ago on the ships are innocent. And need protection. But our day is coming, my friend… I can feel it somehow…" he returned the smile, letting his dimples show and turned back towards the dusty road leading up between the bamboo forest.

In the past years, when this all was peaceful, he had learned the language and as much as was shared with his kind in this land still full of traditions and secrets. To the Japanese all was about honor and pride. The foreign intruders offended the Shogun. And those who stayed there last will have to pay to balance that out. He really could feel them coming in his guts... Well… At least he loves adventures...

The horses stopped immediately when the leader of the samurai group held up a hand. The rising sun didn't gleam on their black – and frankly intimidating – armors. The early morning wind was playing with the red flags with the swirling black dragon on them. The ancient symbol of Shogun Root.

The leader's black eyes behind his mask sized up the by then nearly empty military base from their hiding spot, thinking about the best tactic to attack and capture the remaining Captain and his handful of men. Although these western men were trained differently in combat, many using firing weapons, they weren't to be underestimated.

"Kiichi-kun, we're awaiting your orders," a smaller man stopped next to him, ocean-blue eyes flashing at the leader.

"Give me a minute, Corey-chan," the deep-voiced reply came, making the other samurai bow his head.

There were many new things the traditional samurai had to factor in when it came to their developing country. The samurai were still respected and highly-skilled warriors and protectors of the shoguns and the emperor, but they had to find new ways to be able to stay like that with the arrival of the white man and their new technology.

Frankly, Kiichi-kun was curious and often fascinated by those, but at the same time he could quickly develop a strong dislike towards them when they were disrespectful with their beliefs and customs. That was the main reason why today they were there to give the final blow to this nearly empty military base.

Of course he knew that the smaller number of soldiers and redirected ships could be thanked to only one man. Captain Beaulieu. He seemed to be a man with honor and respect towards his men. Staying behind with the last of his soldiers earned the samurais respect too and it made their shogun interested in him. That's why their mission was to capture alive the captain and as many of his men as possible. But there would be casualties on both sides, like in every fight.

Kiichi-kun will also have to keep an eye on the white-skinned samurai he just talked with. Corey-chan was a good example of those new times mingling with their old world. As a kid he was rescued by the shogun's men and was raised and trained among them to become a strong warrior too. But the western blood in his veins made him more hot-headed and short-tempered. In the heat of the fights he sometimes forgot himself and did some reckless things. It was one of Kiichi-kun's tasks to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't die. That would bring the anger of their firm-handed shogun on his head and it was better to stay on their lord's good side.

Turning his black horse around to face his men, the leader explained the plan he had decided about meanwhile. Then it was time to take back what belonged to their deeply respected and powerful shogun. No white man can disrespect him without consequences...

"Gather everyone, the attack is here," Captain Beaulieu ordered Paolo and had to chuckle to himself as he walked to his black horse. Beside him, there were only eleven soldiers in the base. They really had no chance whatsoever against the pissed up and fully armed samurai attack.

It was a Monday morning. A little cold and foggy near the ocean and for those men who stayed from their own will that day was as good to die like any other would.

The Captain could already see the dashing warriors with raised katanas – what actually only means sword in Japanese – getting closer to the bamboo walls.

"I have to thank you all. For staying to defend the innocent against all the odds. It’s been my honor to be your Captain this far. And it will be my honor to die defending everyone here as best as I can," he stood at the front, talking to his small camp which was ready to fight. After that it was nothing left than to stand in line and wait for the samurai to break in.

Getting into the base wasn't that difficult for the experienced warriors and then the two groups clashed together. By the time that happened, a few of the samurai have fallen thanks to the bullets the soldiers were shooting at them, but most got to the white men.

The fighting was more ruthless than the samurai leader had thought it would be. The enemy's number was small, but they were well-trained too. Especially the Captain with whom he had to fight personally after getting off his horse.

And it seemed he was good not just with his gun but his sword too. The samurai leader was starting to understand why he was the captain around here. 'Know your enemy'. That's what their shogun always told Kiichi-kun ever since he got to the palace and started learning.

He made sure that was the case, more or less expecting the white man's next moves. He was relying more on his strength than tactic, making him easy to read for someone like the samurai. But the Captain was standing his ground for long minutes, kinda impressing his opponent.

But in the end he couldn't win against such a highly trained and experienced leader and found himself disarmed. The samurai could see in the calm brown eyes that he was ready to die by the sword pressed against his neck, but the final cut never came. Instead the samurai twisted one of his arms back and kept his sword on the Captain's throat to take him towards his horse which was now waiting for him a bit further away.

Corey gritted his teeth as the samurai leader dragged him away. Dying in battle was the highest honor for a warrior, not giving him that meant usually to get a worse faith than death itself. He was beaten fairly and just made peace inside with whatever may come.

Paolo on the other hand still had his fighting spirit… Seeing his childhood friend and Captain being captured made him see red and he was not bothered by anything else and he ran towards the attacking samurais.

The red-armored short samurai jumped in the way to hold him up. The leader, with his full black armor and mask barked at him and the red samurai took over the Captain. Corey swallowed hard watching the scene as the – really unusually tall – samurai said the lines "Let the dragons cleanse your soul" in Japanese and cut down his corporal and best friend with one swing of his sword. Then he turned back to him and with the dragon featured handle of that sword hit him on his temple. Making Corey rest for a while in unconsciousness.

***

The shogun was awaiting his elite group of samurai to return. He had no doubt in his mind as he was standing in an open slide door, overlooking the gardens and the road that led to the huge palace, that his warriors would succeed. The last remaining stand at the military base should be nothing to them.

The shogun was curious, though. As the light breeze ruffled his heavy and expensive silk clothes, his impatience was only growing by the minute. He just hoped that his men wouldn't fail to capture that Captain alive.

Not long after that the tall shogun with hazel eyes, a long brown beard and hair, which was put up into a bun, was sitting on his dais with a straight back and unsearchable expression as two of his best samurai dragged a buff, battle trained and slightly bloody man to him.

"Captain Corey Beaulieu, Shogun-san," Kiichi-kun announced once the coming around soldier was stopped and forced to bow along with the samurai.

"Take his blindfold off, Kiichi-kun," the shogun ordered.

To that said masked samurai took off the black piece of cloth from the captive's eyes. Of course it was necessary even with a mostly unconscious man to make sure he wouldn't know the way to the shogun's well-protected palace.

Corey was still dizzy as the sudden bright light was stinging his eyes. He was pushed onto his knees and Kiichi-kun pushed his head down every time he glimpsed up to look around.

He was surely in the Shogun palace. On a little pedestal a very tall lean man with rich clothing was sitting and looked over him with cold eyes. Behind his back a small family altar stood. Like with any ancient families, as Corey knew well. There were big blood red silk flags with swirling dragons on them on the walls. Just like on the Shogun's clothes. Fine katanas with dragon handles were displayed on the wall. It all reminded Corey on his own family and the great Hall in their mansion with flags and the family crest on the wall. With old relatives’ legendary weapons displayed as well…

The last time he lifted his head they let him look around. The black and red armored and masked samurais left and the Lord of this land stood up to approach Corey.

The tall man walked off his dais and circled the kneeling man with hands bound together behind his back. The Shogun was calm and not bothered at all that it was just the two of them. He was trained in martial arts too and could easily defend himself against most. Also, he didn't sense too much anger or attacking intentions from his captive.

"I know you speak our language and that you can perfectly understand me. I am Shogun Root. The lord and ruler of this land. I decide who lives and who dies on my land. That includes the lives of intruders too. Like you, western white men who think that you are above everyone else..." he started, stepping in front of the other man and reaching under his chin to make Corey look into his cold hazel eyes.

"But I'm not a fool. I know you were under orders. That's how you call it, right?" he hummed, searching the brown eyes somewhat deeper. He saw pain, loss, anger, but also a deeper, ancient fire burning in them. "Huh... the look of a dragon..." he mumbled barely audible from the sight. But it was something that made sense to the shogun, based on the Captain's actions. "You stayed behind to protect your men instead of fleeing like most of your kind would," he continued, letting Corey's chin go and took a few steps towards his dais, looking up at the displayed swords and flags.

"You are alive because of one reason. I want to learn more of the ways of white men. How they do things... how they think. How they fight. To be prepared. Know your enemies..." he chuckled low, lightly bowing his head towards the altar as if showing respect to his ancestors.

"Or I can behead you. But I'd prefer to avoid that as you are an honorable warrior with a vast experience in combat and the western life. So what do you say?" he turned around to face the until now silent soldier.

That ancient fire surfaced more in the eyes of the kneeling man. He even may have made a low growling sound. "You say you honor me as a warrior for protecting my people. Then why do you think I would help you defeat more of my men?" he asked in fluent Japanese and on a much calmer tone than what his facial expressions would suggest.

"I’m not afraid of death. It will be even a bigger honor to die to keep more innocent lives safe," he added locking his burning eyes with the Shogun’s cold ones. His body was slightly trembling from the held back anger but his voice and speech remained clear and diplomatic.

The shogun simply watched that small transformation and a small and cold smile appeared in the corner of his lips. "I'm not asking you to betray your men. I'm asking you to help me protect the millions of innocent life that are my responsibility. Or you think your mighty white leaders would come to your rescue? They disrespected even me, a shogun. You think they would care how many they send to certain death?"

"That's an important difference between them and me," the shogun raised a long index-finger. "I am respected for the firm ways I protect my people. And that heavy burden falls on my shoulders. Like it did with your... unit back at your base. You tried to keep them safe and alive as long as you could. I'm doing the same. Just on a much bigger scale. My duties are sacred and an honor to carry and fulfill. But they are also a heavy burden and I want to succeed. To avoid my people being killed and honor my ancestors," he continued, putting his hands behind his back as he kept his serious eyes on the Captain.

"You see, Captain Beaulieu, I could have refused granting your leaders the territory into which they hooked their greedy claws to line their expensive suits' pockets with money and international relations. But the Emperor felt gracious and just as curious as I was. It was also to avoid an unnecessary massacre of people on both sides," he explained the not so public subtle sides of politics people in such high ranks had to maneuver around.

"The knowledge you could provide to me would be used to protect my people and to solve things on a diplomatic level. Using violence as a last resort. I'll give you some time to think about that," he said while walking back up on the dais to sit down and ring a bell. To that sound the previous two samurais (the black and the red one) came back to drag Corey up onto his feet.

"While doing so, you'll be kept in the palace. You can walk around most of its parts, the gardens and the town inside the outer walls but don't be fooled. You are still my captive. Kiichi-kun," he nodded to the samurai in the black armor "will be your shadow during daytime and Corey-chan," here he nodded to the red-armored man "during nights. Any attempt to escape will result in torture instead of death. Now... take him to his room and let him wash himself too. He stinks like the pigs in the stall," he smiled a bit then waved dismissively with his hand.

The Captain looked at the short red armor and the flashing up blue eyes made him frown even more. Corey-chan was a rather unusual Japanese name… And the blue shining eyes too.
But he didn't have much time to wonder about the origins of his night guard as the tall black samurai dragged him up and they both bowed to the Shogun and pulled him outside.

***

His arms were still tied behind his back and Kiichi-kun led him across the garden, pushing forward from behind to signal him where to go. He saw the usual inner view of a Japanese palace. A two-leveled square building also used as walls, in the middle neat traditional rock and plant gardens with small pounds with goldfish – koi – in them. This was the Shogun’s palace and it was much larger than any other such buildings Corey ever saw. As they crossed the bridges and followed the wooden path, they turned at one corner and he saw how the brick building was built against the narrow side of a cliff. Strategically it was perfect. Spiritually as well. Japanese people liked the spirits of nature. That's why their gardens were like miniature landscapes. That Corey has learned very early, and also loved too on an artistic level.

At the little free field a small path was built with red round river rocks and it led to the back gate through which the vegetable gardens were. He saw many servant women busy with their duties and looking up shyly only for a second at the white man led to the south wing of the palace. Kiichi-kun made him stop and waved some woman closer. Then Corey saw that the red samurai with the similar name was nowhere by then.

"Get inside," Kiichi-kun barked at him opening the door. Inside he pushed the Captain down on a small laid down rug to kneel like Japanese do. "Take your clothes off," he ordered pulling his black oni-mask off and Corey got face-to-face with the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen in his life…

Doing absently as he was told with a racing pulse, he was focusing hard to avoid the pretty young man and not let his body betray him while peeling off his really very dirty clothes. It took him a good few minutes to notice the square hole in the ground, that was a built in bath tub sealed with bamboos to keep the water in. From the back wall's small slide door a pair of female arms pushed through a bucket of steaming oil-scented water and filled the bath with hot bathing water fast.

Still afraid to face his guard, he rather just walked into the water to wash himself. Sitting then laying back he sighed closing his eyes. It was very nice and he really needed a bath… He dared to look back only to see the samurai had left with his dirty clothes.

Kiichi-kun took his new task of guarding and keeping an eye on the stranger just as seriously as any other tasks his lord signed on him. After all, his word was law and the tallest of the samurais owed a lot to the Shogun.

Giving the dirty clothes to one of the women, he sent a guard to the door of the bath where Corey was left alone for a few minutes. Then the samurai hurried to his own room in the same wing, not far from the room that was being prepared for the captive soldier.

With the help of a servant girl he took off his armor with great care, deciding to clean it at night fall – unless the Shogun needed his services. Now he only had time to quickly clean himself up a bit with some scented wash cloths the servant offered him. Thanking her he got dressed into a dark and richly decorated kimono, this time letting his long dark hair down.

Kiichi-kun (source)

During all this he was trying to discipline his mind as well as he usually did with his body. But this time it was to keep the images of the Captain's naked body away. It proved to be a difficult task, especially once he sent the guard back to his post and quietly reentered the bath.

He stopped by the back wall, legs slightly apart and tattooed arms crossed over his chest. His intense dark gaze was back on the bathing man again, noticing a few more scars here and there on the wide body. The Captain was buff, but also packed with muscles and the pale tone of his skin – now pink from the hot water – highlighted all the old and newer marks of battles. He definitely had the body of a great – or a very clumsy – warrior. But Kiichi-kun knew from first hand that the Captain was far from being clumsy.

Feeling being watched, Corey turned around and saw a breathing vision of the tall and lean samurai with long slightly curly hair framing his gorgeous face.

"I'm going to need some clothes to get out of here," he said with a small smile on the samurai’s language. In that situation being all hot and naked in the steaming water and watched by the endless black eyes of that very alluring man he just couldn't help himself. He still felt the pang in his chest from the way the handsome warrior killed his best friend. But he just couldn't resist the slightly flirting tone with his dimples showing.

For a long moment said samurai stayed dead silent, only one of his eyebrows twitched upward for a moment before he firmly put his neutral mask back on. Not that he could control the slight blush that graced his high cheek bones. But of course it was caused only by the steam in the air.

He was about to answer the soldier when Corey moved to stand up. The lean samurai couldn't stop his eyes that instinctively watched all the water ran down on the naked body not far from him, showing off more scarred and slightly bruised skin.

Swallowing hard he frowned and scolded himself. He usually had better control of himself. Strictly looking up into the brown eyes, he took an invisible deep breath and talked collected again. "The fresh clothes are on their way..." he said on his deep and calm voice.

As if waiting for that there was a light knock on the door which slid to the side then another woman with said folded clothes entered, bowing to the men in the room. "Help him get dressed," the samurai told the woman.

"Yes, Kiichi-kun. Right away," she said placing the clothes on the rug on which Corey had taken his clothes off earlier and handed a towel to the soldier before starting to help him put on the traditional everyday clothes called 'hakama' (in this case a black shirt and dark grey loose trousers, all held together by a silk band at the waist). Kiichi-kun was wearing the same just in a different color.

As an experienced and very sexual man otherwise, of course the Captain noticed the effects he had over the samurai. He stood before him standing the intense black eyes with that same little smile while the woman dressed him.

"Kiichi-kun, right? The other samurai the Shogun called on the same name as I have. Did I hear it clear?" he asked as if chatting about neutral things and walked before the tall man, even taller a bit than he was, and looked at him from a few inches, ready to leave.

The other man waited until the servant bowed to them and quietly left with the damp towel when she was done dressing the Captain. Then he nodded. "Yes, I am Kiichi-kun," he said, not budging when the soldier stopped only inches from his face. He stood the kinda challenging look.

"You heard it right. That's his name," the samurai said shortly, not wanting to give out too much information about any of them just yet. "Now let's get going. Your room is ready. You should rest up and think about whatever you talked with the Shogun," he added and raised his left arm, the colorful tattoos that covered it showing as he gestured towards the door.

An experienced killer. That’s what the tattoos told the Captain. Bowing as accepting the short answer, he opened the door and walked out. As a captive he knew the unsaid rules. Always be in the view of your guard or get headless. He would be the same with any other prisoner too.

They didn't walk far from the bath. The room Kiichi-kun showed him was small but nice. No real furniture, of course. A short small table, a few rugs and blankets as a bed. The finest of Japanese interior…

"Will you guard the door, Kiichi-kun?" he addressed the samurai respectfully.

Redirecting his black eyes onto the shorter man once he was sure that everything was in order, Matt nodded. "Naturally, Corey-san," he addressed him with the respect he too deserved for his rank. "From the break of dawn until nightfall I will be your guard as my Shogun wished. During the nights Corey-chan will guard you," he explained. "Now rest. If you need something, I'll be right outside," he said and with that left the room, sliding the door shut behind him.

The lean samurai sat down on top of the three wooden stairs that led down into the garden. Crossing his legs and straightening his back he put his katana next to him and exhaled slowly, listening to the noises in the room from behind. Once they died down, he let his mind wander about the happenings of the day and his new duty.

The captain even found a jug of sake on the small table beside the 'bed'. Getting rid of his clothes once again, he sat down with his back to the wall and drank a few from the strong liquor.

That made him giggle a bit thinking that at least he’ll mess them up with all the 'Coreys' to keep in mind. But it was no use trying to distract his mind... He likes adventures... This one was that to the fullest.

Thinking about what Jim-san told him it really made sense. Even if he wanted to feel otherwise. He was sad because of Paolo, but they all were sure they would die that morning. Aside from him, all of them probably did.

Peeking towards the door he kept thinking back on his guard. That sword he knocked him out with was very similar to the sacred ones the Shogun had over the family altar. This Kiichi must be close to the leader... Damn he could get close to Corey too... As the sake got less in the jug and more in the captive man, his mind made dirty desires come alive in him and he just had to ease his body's ache for the lean tall and handsome Japanese warrior... Not even thinking of the slim walls when his moans got louder.

Just when Kiichi's mind was finally calming down and getting quiet as he was starting to slip into an aware but meditative state, he heard noises coming from the room. First some chuckling then... unmistakable moans. That surprised Kiichi a bit and he opened his eyes, slightly turning his head towards the door to make sure he was hearing correctly. He was.

"Savage white men..." he grumbled under his nose then he licked his sensual lips, turning back towards the garden with his cheeks slightly flushed and he fidgeted a bit as some pictures of what the captain was probably doing inside flashed in front of his eyes. His long fingers flexed on his knees when he heard a last slightly longer moan, indicating that the captive reached his peak.

Swallowing hard and trying to control his own body, the samurai half-wished that his lord would send for him after nightfall.

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