It was a common battle strategy among those with the power to implement it, but it was still a battle strategy that seemed barbaric even in his eyes. Being the man who instituted the systematic erasure of multiple cultures for the sake of ending war, that was saying something-- but, as a tactician, his military strategies were always swift, efficient, and minimized casualties.
After all, there would be nothing left to rule, no world worth living in, if everyone died in the process
Although he was powerless to openly act no matter which world he was in at this point in time, that didn't stop him from trying. A lifetime on and off battlefields, three years in exile, and several months helping his homeland find economic stability under the guise of a mask and a non-descript title had taught him much more than a man of thirty would ordinarily have any reason to know.
Despite being all but unarmed in this chaos, Koumei comported himself with an eerie calm that was only betrayed by the dark gleam of disgust in his eyes.
The catalyst of all war was, at it's core, the simple act of one country imposing it's will upon another. Whether it be for land, resources, or a simple ideological dispute, it was all the same-- and he found himself wondering what the point was behind this particular war.
But that would be a subject of study later. Keeping his voice calm but firm, he patiently sought out the safest path for the healers and the wounded to take as they made their way through the battlefield. It was all he could do, and he hated the feeling of uselessness that this particular state brought. Doing the little things was the only way he could really help the ragged rescuers, the burn victims, the healers who needed their mana replenished.
And it was for that reason that he quietly approached the man in the careworn kimono who had rescued him from those women before, a bottle of water in hand.
"...You should take care of yourself, Mister Kyoraku," he said, holding out the water for him to take. They were in a safe corner and had a moment. "It won't help anyone if you exhaust yourself."
Two
It was a common battle strategy among those with the power to implement it, but it was still a battle strategy that seemed barbaric even in his eyes. Being the man who instituted the systematic erasure of multiple cultures for the sake of ending war, that was saying something-- but, as a tactician, his military strategies were always swift, efficient, and minimized casualties.
After all, there would be nothing left to rule, no world worth living in, if everyone died in the process
Although he was powerless to openly act no matter which world he was in at this point in time, that didn't stop him from trying. A lifetime on and off battlefields, three years in exile, and several months helping his homeland find economic stability under the guise of a mask and a non-descript title had taught him much more than a man of thirty would ordinarily have any reason to know.
Despite being all but unarmed in this chaos, Koumei comported himself with an eerie calm that was only betrayed by the dark gleam of disgust in his eyes.
The catalyst of all war was, at it's core, the simple act of one country imposing it's will upon another. Whether it be for land, resources, or a simple ideological dispute, it was all the same-- and he found himself wondering what the point was behind this particular war.
But that would be a subject of study later. Keeping his voice calm but firm, he patiently sought out the safest path for the healers and the wounded to take as they made their way through the battlefield. It was all he could do, and he hated the feeling of uselessness that this particular state brought. Doing the little things was the only way he could really help the ragged rescuers, the burn victims, the healers who needed their mana replenished.
And it was for that reason that he quietly approached the man in the careworn kimono who had rescued him from those women before, a bottle of water in hand.
"...You should take care of yourself, Mister Kyoraku," he said, holding out the water for him to take. They were in a safe corner and had a moment. "It won't help anyone if you exhaust yourself."