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『Kodoku no Saibou』(1×1 w/ Jikkah)

Nana pushed herself up despite how her arms screamed from the effort. She looked at Kojurou and shook her head, feeling the impending doom that maybe this Akihime would arrive too late regardless. She couldn’t help feeling so helpless, like she was going to die hundreds of miles from home, alone in that cage.
 
She avoided his gaze, ears drooping as she gave a solemn nod. There was little else she could do but endure. She flinched when the entire castle rumbled, the building shaking so violently it made ripples in her tank water.
 
Kojurou looked to where the sound came from and moved out of the room to investigate. Soldiers and guards were running down the hall, and Kojurou tried to stop one to get some answers.
"There's a demon in the courtyard! He's destroying everything!" A guard answered. Kojurou's brows furrowed with concern.
"A demon?" He asked. The palace rumbled again, a loud explosion echoing in the halls.
"Nana!!" A voice called, faint and distant.
 
Nana’s ears flicked at the familiar voice, eyes slowly widening and she struggled to move closer to the front of her tank. Pearls rolled down her cheeks, forming in her eyes, hoping desperately that her ears weren’t playing tricks on her.
 
There was the sound of screams, the iron smell of blood filling the halls, and Kojurou back peddled into the room to stand by Nana. Whether it was to protect her or himself was unclear, but he refused to leave.
"Nana, where are you?!" It was Motochika. It had to be.
 
She pounded her hands on the glass, watching the door intently. Nana opened her mouth, lips moving but not a sound came out of her. She wanted to call out to him, to call him name- but both her magic and her voice had been sealed away.
 
Nana looked to Kojurou and nodded firmly, and then something occurred to her. She used her finger to write in the algae growing on the glass, writing out the character for husband. The character was backwards for Kojurou, but it was quite clear.
 
"Your husband?" He asked. Before he could question her further, a large hand grabbed the door frame to the room, splintering the wood. It tore a large and wide hole into the wall to accommodate the large shape that pushed into the room.
Motochika was in rough shape. His tusks were shattered, his left horn broken in half and his left eye cut and oozing fluid and blood. His chest was bruised and burned from the cannon shot, the skin split and chunks missing.
 
She felt her heard crack and break at the poor shape Motochika was in, and had she been in possession of her voice, she would have let out an anguished wail. Nana pressed her hand to the glass, staring intently at Motochika and willing for his eyes to meet hers.
 
"Nana..." Motochika took a step toward her, glaring when Kojurou took a step closer to the tank.
"I understand you are her husband...and you are probably quite angry."
"You don't even know a fraction of my anger." Motochika snarled, "Step aside."
"I cannot." Kojurou replied.
 
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