Hiruzen didn’t let up his assault as he tossed around the titan like he was playing with a toy. One blow after another he broke off bits and pieces of the avatar’s armor further injuring Hayate. Yamato knew that he had to act now or it would be the end of his master’s life. As the titan was thrown across the burning courtyard it dug its powerful legs into the earth refusing to fall over. Hiruzen only smirked knowing that there wasn’t anything that the Corpse King could do against his magical aura.

The Corpse King growled loudly shaking the ground with all its unbridled ferocity. It rattled the remaining walls as they crumbled away into ashes before the avatar. All that was left was the skeletal remains of the once great Amatsukami estate and for all intents and purposes the legacy they once held in Akashima. What would the people think of this in the aftermath?

Yamato took this moment and turned tail to run as fast as the Corpse King could to get away from the Shogun. As it ran the Corpse King looked back to see something very strange, Hiruzen was not giving chase. Instead the man of green might stood firmly looking down upon the former member of his court. He must have figured that the damage he dealt to the beast would be enough to kill it and the young lord. He must have known that this was the habit of a beaten predator. Hiruzen knew that he had won the fight.

Can you hear me Hayate? Yamato screamed as loud as he could in the back of the young lord’s psyche. Please wake up!

But the young lord didn’t answer. He couldn’t have. Hayate had suffered the greatest injury of his life at the hands of the man who had put fear in his heart for as long as he could remeber. Though he stood up for himself and his clan Hayate was a beaten mess only holding onto life by the slightest of threads. Yamato knew that he couldn’t stop running until the two of them were as far away from Akashima as possible.

I hope this Shinsou person is all you think he is Hayate. Cause there is no going back. Yamato relented as he broke into the line of trees that surrounded the outskirts of the
Yukon district. This would very likely be the final time Hayate or his spirit partner would ever see this place again.

The Corpse King ran for well over an hour as it dodged the great oaks of the Akashima forest. By now any possibility of people tracking them had all but disappeared as the titan moved farther and farther away. Looking back into the distance Yamato saw the faint glow of their burning estate issuing them a warning to never return. And if it were up to the sword spirit they wouldn’t return.