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We're nearly to Miya Port.

Do you suppose the Iga are trying to get ahead of us?

Yes. Otherwise, our journey by land will have been for naught.

As we speak, Gyobu is probably crossing blades with the Iga...

No one can stop his will...

Y-you!

Impressive, Gyobu. You got the best of me.

Tenzen! Impossible!

You were most definitely dead!

Then how am I standing here now?

Are you suggesting I'm a ghost, Kasumi Gyobu?

That is a truly useful technique.

'Tis perfect for running away, tail between your legs.

Ha! I'll slaughter you all you want!

Just thinking about it makes me shake uncontrollably!

Jingoro-dono...

Climb up, quick!

I will avenge you...

Where are you aiming?!

Unfortunately, it appears my blade is not able to cut down Kouga rats.

If hiding one's self is how the Kouga fight, then so be it...

That's how you Iga fight!

Don't pretend you've forgotten your plot during the Tenshou era!

What plot?

It was your scheme to have the body of the retired Manjidani leader

roll out of the village around the same time Oda attacked Iga!

So what if it was?

Daddy...

Don't worry...

How cold-blooded...

Gyobu. A man has died because you insist on hiding.

What a deeply sinful man you are.

An Iga preaching about sin is absurd!

I've not forgotten your evildoing!

I will never forget what happened that day.

Never...

Why did you hesitate, Gyobu?

Did you think attacking from behind was unfair?

Or perhaps you felt pity for your foe?

The day may come when that weakness will cost you your life!

A shinobi needs no pity! If you want to survive, abandon your pity!

Y-yes, Father...

You're going to Tsubagakure, Father?!

It seems they've grown frustrated with these repeated skirmishes too.

I must first go and see them on behalf of Danjo-sama.

Father... Please be careful...

Don't worry. Who do you take me for?

I still have a long way to go, too...

The grudge between Kouga and Iga will not disappear any time soon...

Shedding any more needless blood would be foolish.

Father...

Living quietly with you is nice too...

Father! Why don't we have wild vegetable stew tonight?!

I'll gather lots of them before you return!

Get down!

Curse you, you scheming Iga!

F- Father!

Father!

Gyobu?

Father! Father!

Don't cry... A shinobi needs no pity...

Father?

Father!

Not long after,

the first Hattori Hanzo bound the Kouga and Iga by an anti-war pact!

Leaving me unable to avenge my father!

As a result, I decided...

The only thing that drives me now is my hatred for you Iga!

On that day... I abandoned pity.

You make me laugh.

Of all the nonsense you could possibly spout...

Pathetic. At least you have pity to abandon.

Both you and your father get to die without having witnessed Hell...

What did you say?!

W-what the-?!

--This way! --Yeah!

Hey!

I'd nearly forgotten that stupid look of yours.

Good.

Then take close note so you don't mistake me for the demons in Hell!

Die!

This is the end!

Damn you!

Daddy!

Daddy! Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Gyobu! No, you don't!

Well done, Akeginu!

Kasumi Gyobu... is slain.

"Kasumi Gyobu"

"Amayo Jingoro"

We can probably assume they're dead too, given we've lost contact.

"Mino Nenki" We can probably assume they're dead too, given we've lost contact.

"Hotarubi" We can probably assume they're dead too, given we've lost contact.

Friend and foe...

Both sides hold four pieces each...

Even so, the last ones standing...

...will be we, the Iga!

"Border Bridge between Owari and Mikawa"

Doesn't that look like a person?!

How creepy! Who would pull a prank like this?!

Heaven forbid!

Gyobu...

Gyobu...

Yet another has passed away...

Grandfather...

Shogen...

Jyubei...

Josuke...

Okoi...

Oboro...

Melting away in the melody you whisper in the twilight

I sense eternity in our attracting eyes

and life sprouts silently

The dew of emotions that dances and flutters about in the spring wind

is a crumbling butterfly dream that wildly disturbs the path of the stars

"Next Episode"

Innocent feelings and clear resolve.

The mere brethren learn of their neighbors and grow close over time.

On the day their eyes reflect each other

and they embark once more, the wind can be heard.

Transient memories of childhood eyes sprout in early spring.

On the next Basilisk~ Kouga Ninpouchou-

"Ephemeral Portrait of Days Gone By"