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Naomasa
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There was a rumor going around for a while about my father. I heard that they recovered his body, that, aside from the burned remains, the autopsy performed revealed the truth about how he’d died. The last thing he said to me was that he loved me, and the last single act that he performed was the taking of his own life.
Aboard that great vessel that served as his warship, the President of the Citadel committed seppuku. My father, knowing that the end was fast approaching, committed suicide.
Outside, in the open, tiled terrace at the eastern end of the manor where a verdant field surrounds a plain of grey stone flooring, I wander toward the end of a nearby balcony, much like the one that exists in my virtual kingdom. I move toward the edge of an ivory white railing, towar
