They'll be back after half a year. I'll head out to Kyoto again to make sure we're ready for any emergencies. Ciao, kid.
Take care, Crispy. Now let's hope things go smoothly from here on out...
Months passed after the truce was struck between Hojo and Fortyseven clan. No coalition was formed as of yet. The entire realm rests uneasy as central Japan awaits to be engulfed by the Hojo. Even in the East, an unlikely foe attacks the Nagao Clan's stronghold in Shibata.
Clan Fortyseven finally declared the vassalage null and void. As twenty thousand troops descend upon his fortress, Kagetora Nagao rally his forces for one last stand. The rest of realm expresses disbelief and outrage.
So they've finally lost it. Arkay, your descendants have dishonored your name! I shall rejoin you soon old friend...
That's him! Take him alive!
Kagetora fled to Tochio Castle, his last remaining fortress in the north.
His few defenders surrendered after a week of siege.
So, you've defeated me. What is to be my fate? Is it death you seek of me?
No. We're here to request your aid in stopping the Hojo.
Is...is this some kind of joke? What mockery is this? First you dishonor our alliance and then you want me to help you.
That is his dying wish. Please, we have no other way of bringing you into the fold.
You wish to remove me from my station and assume the mantle of a servant?
Yes. And No.
Take your time, Lord Nagao.
Two months followed. A month before the truce with Hojo expires, the young lord of Nagao Clan returns.
That is good news. Crispy, if you please.
Ahem, in order to clear any bad blood between our two united clans, Lord Arkay Fortyseven has decreed that you will be wed to Princess Ao Fortyseven upon entering service of the clan.
Lord Nagao, do you accept?
One surprise after another. You need not to do this, I'd have sworn my loyalty just the same. But I accept.
And now, we have another request to you.
Shall I lead a battle against the Hojo then?
Yes...and more than that. Crispy.
Ahem, as willed by our former Lord Arkay Fortyseven, Lady Ai Fortyseven shall assume a temporary position of rulership until the arrival of Kagetora Nagao into our court. Whereupon he shall be made kin...and immediately bestowed the title of Daimyo of Fortyseven Clan.
What the fuck?
Pops!? HOW THE FUCK? YOU PLANNED THIS?!
Lady Ai, if you please.
I am overwhelmed.
Lead us to greatness, oh Saint. The land cries for savior.
Lord Nagao, do you accept?
I thank you, my lord. Then...what is your orders, my Daimyo?
We march for Otawara! And crush the Hojo!
Fuck yeah! LET'S SMASH!
Arkay, we've done it!
The clan is remade. And with a God on our side, we'll never lose.
Thousands rose across the countryside as the procession marched past Rifu, Suginome, Nihonmatsu, Miharu, Sukagawa, Komine...and finally.. Otawara.
The coalition is reformed again. Though some refuses to trust the Fortyseven Clan after the stunt it pulled, the Imagawa Clan is only too relieved to have a strong force on its side.
The date is May 1554, the God of War descends with his 50,000 followers upon Otawara.