The Onmyoji spread the complicated paper charts out before Akihiko, sweeping his hand across the various and intricate maps with a grand gesture.
It is complete my lord, how the fates see your life and your destiny
Good work Taisei. Tell me then, what does fate have planned for me?
It is as you would expect Sir; your services to Lord Mifune will be rewarded greatly! With your strength and his leadership, you shall conquer the splintered houses and ensure the name of Mifune lives throughout history.
Mm... Akihiko leant forward, his eyes dancing over the charts, trying to make sense of the various symbols and glyphs. And what of an heir?
An important question, sir! What manner of fruit grows inside the belly of your wife? Taisei selected one of the numerous thin sheets of paper, laying it gingerly over the main chart and sliding it into place. Holes and markings on its surface aligned with those on the sheet below. A boy grows in her womb, destined to become a great warrior, a leader in the house of Mifune and a true heir to your name.
Then the gods truly favour me, Maeka. Bring sake so we may all drink to the future!
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Akihiko paced up and down the short corridor, the air thick with the strange bitter-sweet almost-taste of amniotic fluid, the sharp zest of fresh sweat and the rusty tang of blood. The thin walls had done nothing to hide the barks of pain, or to still the sounds of ragged breathing that echoed from his wifes chamber.
A strained half-scream, half sob, sounded from the room, cut off short with a grunt.
A moment later and a new cry started, no longer the primal strains of labour, but the high, thin wail of a newborn child.
Akihiko stopped, listening to the sound of the child, his son.
The panel door slid open, one of the midwives stepped out with her head bowed, focusing intently on the floor.
Master Okabe, your child is a healthy
Son?
No, Master Okabe... The midwives eyes flicked upwards for a moment.
A daughter.
It is complete my lord, how the fates see your life and your destiny
Good work Taisei. Tell me then, what does fate have planned for me?
It is as you would expect Sir; your services to Lord Mifune will be rewarded greatly! With your strength and his leadership, you shall conquer the splintered houses and ensure the name of Mifune lives throughout history.
Mm... Akihiko leant forward, his eyes dancing over the charts, trying to make sense of the various symbols and glyphs. And what of an heir?
An important question, sir! What manner of fruit grows inside the belly of your wife? Taisei selected one of the numerous thin sheets of paper, laying it gingerly over the main chart and sliding it into place. Holes and markings on its surface aligned with those on the sheet below. A boy grows in her womb, destined to become a great warrior, a leader in the house of Mifune and a true heir to your name.
Then the gods truly favour me, Maeka. Bring sake so we may all drink to the future!
.
Akihiko paced up and down the short corridor, the air thick with the strange bitter-sweet almost-taste of amniotic fluid, the sharp zest of fresh sweat and the rusty tang of blood. The thin walls had done nothing to hide the barks of pain, or to still the sounds of ragged breathing that echoed from his wifes chamber.
A strained half-scream, half sob, sounded from the room, cut off short with a grunt.
A moment later and a new cry started, no longer the primal strains of labour, but the high, thin wail of a newborn child.
Akihiko stopped, listening to the sound of the child, his son.
The panel door slid open, one of the midwives stepped out with her head bowed, focusing intently on the floor.
Master Okabe, your child is a healthy
Son?
No, Master Okabe... The midwives eyes flicked upwards for a moment.
A daughter.
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