Just a single glance at his grandmother's fiery mood was enough to help him understand exactly how pissed off she was at Tokugawa Ieyasu.
She wanted him dead.
And understandably.
The man had killed all but one Martial Master of the Silas Clan, depriving them of their important members and their next generation of Martial Sages. For someone who was so overprotective of her people, Matriarch Nephi was undoubtedly going crazy with wrath and bloodlust.
And now, she sought from Rui revenge for their family.
The air grew electric with tension.
The atmosphere darkened despite the bright light of the morning Sun illuminating her little cottage.
Her fierce eyes bore deep into the depths of the pitch-black darkness of his eyes.
Rui truly would have wished not to kill Ieyasu.
