“I can’t,” he whispered. “The Oda remnants… the Uesugi… they’ll attack the moment I do.”

He was no longer in feudal Japan.

For the first time, Hideaki noticed the flicker at the edge of the world—the horizon repeating, a soldier walking through a rock, a castle that rebuilt itself every sunrise.

Hideaki stared at his hand. He had not felt rain on his skin for days. The Trainer had made him invincible. And invisible. And utterly, terribly alone.