A vast plain stained with blood. Piles of lifeless bodies cover the once-green grass. Each once had an individual life, family and dreams. All extinguished in a meaningless battle. All cut down by my tachi. The blades of the defeated lie on the ground, having failed to pierce my armor. Countless stars bear silent witness to the slaughter. The sky weeps for the fallen. I take off my kabuto and gaze upon the carnage. This sight is nothing new to me. I can hear the cheering behind me. They scream my name, celebrating the fact that they didn't need to risk their lives. That I did the dirty work for them. In the past, I would celebrate with them. But now, I cannot smile, for I know that tomorrow will bring more of the same. I can't even remember why I picked up my sword. The drizzle intensifies into a deluge, washing away the blood. I no longer care for a happy ending. I only seek an end. A single tear rolls down my cheek, disguised among the droplets.
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