The faint light of dawn carefully slipped through the thin clouds and gently spilled over Qingzhou City, draping all things in a misty golden veil. A soft breeze brushed by, rustling the leaves, accompanied by the clear songs of birds, joining into a natural melody of morning.
The air was filled with the fresh scent of earth, mixed with a hint of floral fragrance, making each breath feel as if it should bring peace to the heart.
Ikegami Keisuke hurried through the corridors, not feeling any such thing—he only wanted to wake Oda Nobunaga as soon as possible.
He passed through the outer and inner verandas and sliding doors, entered the sleeping quarters, and crossed one small inner room after another—Qingzhou City was built long ago, with a history of over a hundred years, not constructed in the new Academy style, but rather with an interior divided into partitioned living spaces.
