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DON'T FEAR THE REAPER (Trigger Warning: Lector PK)

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Peter Stroheim welcomed his old friend into the hyper-war "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHH!!!!!"

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Amako stood there, in the quaint little "Kato Workshop". She eyed a peculiar naginata, the first of many from the craft she had learned from the now perished mentor "Uncle O". A smile spread across her face, memories. And then she wept deeply. 

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Arthur, present at the scene, was fleeing and patting out malflame desperately as he turned around to see the Great Samurai's sacrifice. And for a moment, even in the cowardly soul of the Void-Stalker, courage was felt at the sight of the Great Shugo.

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As he arrives in heaven, Ser Alteon saluted the recently joined Shugo. Suddenly, it was cut short as the Knight woke up; "SHUUUUGOOOOOOO YOU FOUGHT WELL, STAND PROUD, YOU ARE STRONG!"

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Kosuke unwisely chugged an entire bottle of absinthe, collapsing in a heap after the battle. This numbed the pain temporarily. Yet, when he awoke, it would return once again as the man who had given him so much and taken from him so much was gone. He wasn’t exactly sure what to feel yet, yet what he did feel seemed to roughly correspond to regret.

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Takemura rest in the Ugokoyama hospital after suffering terrible wounds in battle, a thought popping into the Samurai's mind, why was he here? - He had served his time as a slave under the Ugokoyama clan, he had his freedom, even if he did not have an answer why he stayed, he knew this: If he did have to be here, he was glad to be with the rest of Sakuragakure.

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"Mata ne supēsukaubōi..." commented the Autarch of Lurak as a tear dripped from his face. First the Admiral, his friend, who seemingly perished in his arms- then the Shugo. The world looked bleak around him.

 

 

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That night, Shoya Mochou set up a memorial for the now deceased Shugo. She hasn't felt a death this hard in many decades. Each candle was lit with care, and that night, she mourned like a true broken soul.

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Yano Nezukai, once lived as Yano Tamotsu, listened as word of the great Shugo's death was brought to the village of Sakuragakure. As stoic as she was, it provided naught against the deep pain that pierced through her heart. Her Shugo, her closest friend, was no longer in this world. Never again would she hear his voice, and never would he make good on the promise to see her again. It was over now, and she did not see it coming. Something wet dripped from the corners of her eyes; tears. She had never cried, not once. But the power of grief was a cruel mistress. She dropped to her floor, and for the first time in her life, she sobbed. 

Mariola Sturmweber of Kretzen began to write to her distant lover, a letter that may never be seen. 
"Ahaiku, Mr. Shugo of Sakuragakura has passed away." 

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Arathor would remain aloof for some days following the battle and the Shugo's sacrifice, reflecting on the loss of yet another man he would consider to be "one of the greats". 

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Kato Oro lingered about the workshop, tirelessly working. His armor was off, in favor of his normal clothing, his wounds from the battle still fresh, and a bottle of gaijin alcohol sat nearby, almost depleted. 

 

Bing! Bing! 

 

The hammer continuously struck iron, as the new Lord forged and forged. He suddenly stopped, dropping the hammer as it bounced off the floor. He rose from the bench, "Oyaji..." He muttered, "The Zaibatsu is mine now..." He looked around, and no happiness was felt.

 

Walking to the entrance, he decided to close up the shop for now. "Arigato Oyaji, I'ma miss you Old Man..." He decided the Zaibutsu would be close for a while, until he felt like he was ready to open up business again.  

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Atsuko clasped her palms together and peered toward the sky above. Rolling fields of wheat surrounded her figure as then did she lower her head and close her eyes.

 

She thought of the Lectors. She thought of her battle brother Oijin. A little brother in her eyes. Perhaps too focused on the material world, but that is what made him a legendary engineer. . .

 

“It is Owarida.” the first time that phrase was uttered with hope. For she resolved herself.

 

“We will find the One Passage back to Oyashima. This I promise you, my Shugo - even in death.”

 

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Cerrick Fenifaer, formerly of Khamees and once an ally of Oijin, in a far off land lit a candle. He had harbored resentment for the man, yet it felt wrong to hold it at his death. 
"In life you upset me, yet it was for the better of your people. For that, you deserve rest."

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Upon hearing the news. Rickard Nord would gently grasp his throat 

 

“Shugo, by have given me my voice. I am forever grateful, my by rest in peace” 

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