A rattling breath, and another— the occupant was still alive, despite the ravages worn on him by time and the swords of his enemies. Outside, two guards stood at respectful attention as a young man passed between them, carrying water and rice to serve his father. The Crane Champion rested on his futon, his bandages covered in blood, seeping through from the wound that had torn apart his stomach. White hair, dyed in the style of the Crane Clan, hung limply on his pillow, and his wrinkled and callused hands clutched angrily at the blanket that covered him. As he saw his eldest son enter, the man's weary face contorted with rage and hatred. "I need no . . . nursemaid." Satsume's voice was shadowed, an echo of his brave war cries. He had led the troops that morning in the assault against the Scorpion. Now he had only the strength to cough sharply, and blood trickled between his lips as his eyes narrowed. "You must rest, Father," the youth said, kneeling beside the low cushions on which his father rested.
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