"What is going on in your mind, child?" Lady Chiyo gently asked as she sipped tea from the ceramic cup.
Genshiro's head hung low as he knelt before the elderly woman. He gazed at his reflection inside the teacup, only to find a stranger staring back at him.
"I just feel so... lost," he murmured.
"When the war began, I was confident. I was confident that we would win. I was confident that we would overcome the forces of evil. I was confident that justice would prevail. But after what I've witnessed… I don't know anymore."
Lady Chiyo sighed. She had read all the reports. She knew very well the battle tactics the Heavenly Demon was applying. Although she hadn't personally witnessed it, she could tell how deeply disturbing it was to those who'd seen it firsthand.
"This sort of psychological warfare," the elderly woman began. "I won't say it's new. It has been done before. But the Heavenly Demon especially excels at it because of how brutal his methods are. I can understand—"
