Even here, miles from the fighting, the chaos of battle was infectious. Yoritomo Saburo rubbed his bloodshot eyes and wondered privately if the chaos might not have addled his mind, to have put such a plan together in the first place. But no, he had executed it well before he arrived, and now it was far too late to turn back. He could but go forward. He was also keenly aware of the multiple pairs of eyes boring into him even as he collected his thoughts. "Thank you for coming. Time is of the essence," Saburo said. He bowed sincerely to the old comrades gathered in front of him. They were only six in total and they had rarely met since the last time fate had called them together. Yet Saburo's urgent letter had brought them together once more without question and without hesitation. Now that