Megohime stayed glued to Masamune as the army departed, still pestering him about his old wound, but she meant well.
Yukimura held onto Akihime and had her horse tied to his own, not minding sharing his horse with his wife.
The next month was peaceful, only small skirmishes popping up across the land of the rising sun, as if all problems had been solved, and for once in a very long while, everyone had a moment to breathe and relax.
Yukimura, who had been convinced by Akihime to help bake with her was having a hard time. He had won countless battles and yet this was not one he could stand up to. Once again, in trying to crack an egg open, he had completely smashed it.
Megohime laid with Masamune in their shared bed, it becoming late in the morning, but she had managed to keep him in bed for a while longer. She had her head on his bare chest, lightly running her fingers over the scar on his side. “Does it hurt still?”
Jin would go to the local temple daily, always helping Kojurou a bit in the fields a bit before cleaning up and heading into town to pray. The other temple goers often gave her weird looks at first, but soon came to simply ignore the odd looking woman who came in with them.
